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December 11, 2003
Oh Miss -------- Where were you!! You didn’t show up your minx!! I cried all night!!
No, it’s fine really. Went to the theatre last night to see Why The Wales Came. It was the opening night and the tickets were really expensive. I waited outside as we’d arranged. It was freezing.
The man said I had to go in as it was starting, but I didn’t want to miss her.
I missed the first 17 minutes of the show, but it was very enjoyable.
I put my coat and bag on the empty seat next to me.
There was no sign of her during the interval – I even went outside to check.
I was glad she wasn’t there really as I didn’t know how good the show would be! I’m sure there’s a good reason why she didn’t make it!! I just hope she’s alright and isn’t in hospital!!
Oh I wish she was here now!! We could hug warm coffee and she could tell me all about it!!
No, it’s all fine. Nothing to worry about. There’s bound to be a simple explanation.
Got a pudding in my advent calendar.
The flat’s very cold.
December 10, 2003
I’m so excited.
I just can’t hide it.
I’m about to lose control and
December 09, 2003
I had an exhilarating visit to the barbers today. It was real hairs on the back of the neck stuff.
December 08, 2003
There’s been a week long hiatus: sorry for the huge gap in me!
Front Bomb has finally been whacked off and I wait with baited hush for the outcome.
In the past week I’ve been taking lots of baths and reading poetry. God its funny isn’t it? Oh how life is. One minute you’re as down as a duck’s egg and the next you’re scudding off the tall clouds like a miracle!!
I’m so nervous about my theatre trip with Miss ------------ on Wednesday. I’ve no idea what to wear.
If Trinny and Susannah are reading could they email me with suggestions!!!!!
No seriously, if anyone IS reading and has any thoughts….
Sorry you haven’t received my ‘Arts Whole’ Amanda – am sending another today.
I’ve been reading Richard Herring’s online diary.
He’s a bit strange.
Sir Jonathan
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December 01, 2003
Give me joy in my heart keep me singing!
Give me joy in my heart I pray
Give me joy in my heart keep me burning
Keep me burning till the break of day!
Two, three, four…
SING!
Hosannah
SING!
Whose Anna?
SING!
Hosannah to the King OF Kings
SING!
Hosannah!
SING!
Hosannah!
SING!
Hosannah to the King!
I’m so happy I could eat a horse!
Earlier today there was a knock on my ding dong and, with deadlines nearer approaching, I reluctantly dragged myself away from my work and clopped downstairs.
I thought it might be a bearded for the poor or a suit for the money but when I opened the door it was like the seal of heaven had been prised open!
Lights! Fanfares! Drums!
There, standing on my home step, was my green eyed girl. She looked beautiful, the smooth feline curve of her cheekbones, the silky rich darkness of her hair and natural simplicity of her lips.
When she smiled it was like being cut a slice of cake.
There was a pause.
Are you Mr Glasgow? She asked in a radiant voice.
Yes. I replied. Or rather I would have, except I hadn’t had anything to drink or spoken for a while so I sort of croaked and then coughed and then went red.
She held up my invitation.
I’d love to come, she said, and handing me the note she gazed intensely at me with those deep green eyes, turned and walked away.
I don’t think I ever seen a better fitting pair of jeans.
She had scrawled at the bottom of the invite in a blue pen, “I would love to come” and signed it with two kisses.
TWO KISSES!
I would love to come!
The air around me smelt sort of funny.
After a long bath, I popped on some Elton John and took the rest of the day off. There were four cans of cider in the garage that I was saving for Christmas.
Not any more!!!!
Fuck it’s good to be alive.
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